Passenger: “Is there something wrong with the air conditioning on this tram? It’s something like five degrees warmer in here than it is outside.”

I get out and gauge the temperature in the passenger area.

Me: “Yikes, you’re right. I’ll ‘reboot’ the tram in a couple stops when we’re out of the way of other traffic. If that doesn’t fix it, I’ll have to try for a replacement tram at the depot. Thank you for letting me know about this.”

Passenger gives me a look of total confusion/disgust/oppression and walks off shaking his head. I try to work out how I could possibly have offended him with that response.

Got a capacitive touch screen (or really, any touch screen) on your phone? Then put a screen protector on it—even if you think that for one reason or another, getting your screen scratched just isn’t possible.

My nose and throat are chock full of carbon. I’m not sure whether this is due to some sort of internal combustion in my head triggered by receiving this offer, or because I left a candle alight in my bedroom overnight. I’m hoping it’s the latter.

In other news, my CFS has relapsed. I’m going to be laying low while that sorts itself out.